Grip the lamppost side on, fit to rip it from the granite and begin spinning like a Jō staff. Bleached stickers, QR codes leading nowhere but a Nutty Putty fate. Drop to a knee, free hand scratch at the odd-shod concrete, rush job, barren earth, few weeds ‘n’ piss of cat, guano of gulls, pigeons and magpies. Scratch and peck like a mad hen, driven mad and kept mad in antibiotic bloat and pressed up against her sisters, feet crippled dead claws hang, ‘life’ awesome in its brevity, awesome in its brutality, awesome in its shining service of a smiling Colonel. Dash skywards, both boots up and off as if earth’s escape possible, and away and full tilt, arms akimbo mouth locked in death skull grimace, passers-by avert and lock eyes more intently to the screen, press headphones tighter still, aware in the animalfear peripheries, strong and silent wish for the sirens, for the men in white coats, with hard grey eyes, with warrant and baton and boots.